He reached out to touch her, and she stepped back. Then he signaled to one of his men who was holding the boy. That man raised a knife to the boy's neck.
But before he could do anything else, the edge of a sword thrown from afar cut through his neck and separated his head from his body.
Everyone turned toward the source of the strike. There where Jevan was sitting. Jevan stood from the chair and brushed the dust off his cloak.
Jevan raised his hand, deliberately muttering aloud, "First rule: anyone who entered the restaurant after me is not allowed to move." The moment he spoke the words, transparent chains shot out from his glove, wrapping around the men's bodies and locking them in place. Their eyes bulged as they struggled in vain, while Jevan advanced slowly.
